Leech and everyone else present fell silent, their gazes turning to Vendra in unison.
From the looks of it, Baron Leech clearly had the upper hand. After all, Kuer Oasis was standing meekly to the side like a servant.
But Vendra, who had been completely unnoticeable until now, suddenly clawed his own face, then raised his hand to offer the golden Holy Grail—an act no one had anticipated.
They couldn't help but wonder why he didn't just hand over the Holy Grail. Why did he have to injure himself first?
Little did they know, Vendra had his own silent struggles. If he hadn't done this, he'd be a dead man.
Leech watched Vendra, but his thoughts differed from the others. 'I'd always assumed the golden Holy Grail granted its user infinite healing and regeneration. But Vendra's blood is streaming down his face—I can even see his gums through the gash in his cheek—and he isn't healing. That means the Holy Grail itself doesn't have that power.'
